Chapitre 61: The Pain From Losing My Virginity To Your Big Cock Was Far More Intense Than This
Upon reaching the hideout, Freya quickly assessed Maya's wound. "It's a deep puncture, but thankfully, no major arteries seem to be affected. We'll need to clean it and dress it properly."
Cian wasted no time and improvised a makeshift bandage from his torn clothing. Meanwhile, Freya carefully cut away the fabric around Maya's wound to ensure unobstructed access for the first aid.
Mila, her voice tinged with concern, spoke up. "What's our plan now? Should we wait here until the chaos outside subsides and the attacker is gone?"
Cian shook his head decisively. "No, we can't stay here any longer. The longer we linger, the more our names will be dragged through the fire we've ignited. It pains me to see Maya hurt, but we have to keep moving forward." He turned to Maya, locking eyes with her. "Maya, are you okay with that?"
Maya's response caught everyone off guard. "Don't worry, Master. The pain from losing my virginity to your big cock was far more intense than this."
Cian couldn't help but smile at her remark. If Maya had the presence of mind to joke like that, it was a good sign that she was recovering.
The three women, wearing expressions of shock and exasperation, exchanged glances at the playful banter between Cian and Maya.
Once Freya had finished administering first aid to Maya, Cian and the rest of the group set out, with Maya resting her weight on Freya's shoulder.
"I'm sorry about all this," Maya apologized softly.
Freya replied with a weak smile, "It's alright. It's the only way I can help, after all." Maya didn't say anything further and allowed Freya to carry her, conserving her energy.
Cian, with his senses heightened and eyes scanning their surroundings, maintained a cautious demeanor, prepared for another potential attack. Gripping his pistol firmly, he kept it at the ready, prepared to respond swiftly to any enemy they might encounter on their way back to the car.
After a while, Cian raised his hand, signaling for the others to halt. Vera, showing signs of heightened alertness, readied herself as well.
"Vera, Maya, do you have your masks?" Cian inquired.
Maya and Vera both confirmed, "Yes."
"Put them on. It seems we have company," Cian advised, his voice tense.
Almost as if on cue, the sound of footsteps other than their own began to echo through the air. The distinct click-clack of heels suggested that the approaching individual was female. Cian deduced that much before urging May and Vera to don their masks. He put his mask on as well.
Remaining in their position, they waited for the person to come into view. True to Cian's assumption, a woman emerged, holding a deadly CheyTac Intervention, an anti-material rifle, in her hands.
Vera immediately went on high alert. Without even engaging in combat, she could sense the woman's formidable skill.
The mysterious woman, her voice devoid of emotion, spoke, "I am the executor of my creator's will. He deems your presence an impediment to his plans, and thus, I am here to eliminate you." Her voice had a robotic quality, and her eyes gleamed with an unsettling darkness.
Cian, his curiosity piqued, inquired, "And who might you be?"
"I have no intention of revealing my identity. Besides, your fate is sealed," she replied coldly. Raising her CheyTac rifle and aligning her gaze through the scope, she prepared to take the shot. However, before she could fire, Vera lunged at her with a sword in hand.
"Don't you dare aim that at my brother!" Vera shouted.
The woman swiftly redirected her aim toward Vera and pulled the trigger. However, her shots missed their mark. Undeterred, she swiftly operated the bolt handle and fired again. Yet, Vera's agility and quick reflexes allowed her to dodge the high-velocity bullets with deft zigzag movements.
"You're not ordinary..." the woman remarked, her voice still resonating with a robotic quality.
"And neither are you."
Both Vera and the woman braced themselves, readying their weapons for the impending confrontation. However, before Vera could make her move, a bullet whizzed past her, forcing her to retreat. Her eyes followed the trajectory of the bullet, leading her to a second woman who had appeared on the scene. This newcomer wore a breastplate and held a Barrett M82 in her arms, unmistakably a paladin.
"You!" the paladin exclaimed, her voice filled with anger and determination. She wasted no time and immediately pulled the trigger of her Barrett, aiming it at the woman. The bullet was released with a resounding crack.
The woman muttered quietly, "Troublesome," and effortlessly evaded the bullet with minimal movement.
"Seriously, what kind of monster are you? No one can dodge a bullet like that," the paladin remarked, frustration lacing her words.
The woman remained silent for a moment, calmly readjusting her aim with the CheyTac rifle, now targeting the paladin. She spoke with an air of finality, "I'm sorry, but you don't need to know the answer. After all, you'll be dead soon enough."
The paladin instinctively prepared herself, attempting to escape the line of sight. However, a nagging feeling in her mind urged her to exercise caution. Her instincts warned her that engaging in combat with this woman would be an unwise decision, urging her to reconsider. But why? Why was she getting these unsettling vibes? As time seemingly slowed down, allowing her to perceive the trajectory of the bullet, she studied the woman more closely. The way she wielded her weapon suggested an exceptional mastery of it.
Nevertheless, she evaded the first bullet with fluid grace. Yet, before she could fully recover, another round was fired, and then another. The paladin desperately attempted to evade the barrage, but each time, another bullet seemed to be closing in.
'Why can't I even hear her gunshots? What's happening?' she wondered.
It wasn't that she couldn't hear them; she simply didn't realize they had already been fired.
The paladin managed to dodge the bullets, but then another barrage followed.
The woman calmly spoke, reloading her CheyTac rifle as she did so. "You're quite talented at evading," the woman remarked, her tone cold. "But you've become an obstacle. Although you're not my primary target, since you've joined this fight, I have no choice but to eliminate you as well."
The paladin realized that her continuous dodging was taking its toll. Her stamina was rapidly depleting, and her heavy panting was evidence of her exhaustion. She knew she couldn't keep up this evasion indefinitely. She realized that simply continuing to dodge would only deplete her stamina and lead to her eventual demise. Determined to turn the tide, she formulated a plan.
'What if I shoot in rapid fire, overwhelming her and leaving her no time to retaliate? Then, I can slowly approach her,' she contemplated. The plan seemed plausible. It was a risky move, but it seemed like her best chance. Determination fueled her as she placed her Barrett down and swiftly drew the pistols from the holsters on her hips. With a practiced rotation of her wrists, she aimed the two pistols at the woman before her.
"You seem to enjoy this struggle, but it's futile. You cannot defeat me," the woman taunted.
The paladin's resolve only grew stronger in the face of such arrogance. "Oh, really? We'll see about that," she countered, her voice laced with determination.
With her plan in motion, the paladin unleashed a rapid barrage of bullets, firing her pistols in quick succession. Simultaneously, she charged forward, closing the distance between herself and the woman. The bullets flew toward their target, but to her dismay, the woman deftly dodged each one, maintaining her composure in the face of the onslaught.
The paladin knew that overwhelming the woman with sheer quantity of bullets was not enough. As she continued her advance, she couldn't help but feel frustrated for her adversary's uncanny evasion skills. It seemed that even with a barrage of bullets, the woman remained unruffled, as if questioning, 'Is this all you have? Is this your plan to defeat me?'
The paladin gritted her teeth, frustration seeping through her veins. But she refused to let it deter her from her course of action. With a deft movement, she swiftly reloaded her pistols and unleashed another round of shots at the woman, determination etched on her face.
'Just a few meters left!' she thought, relentless in her pursuit. The sound of gunfire filled the air as she closed in, inch by inch.
'If it's at this distance...!' Her heart pounded with adrenaline as she pulled the trigger, mere inches away from her target. But in a surprising twist, the woman swiftly grabbed the barrel of the gun, redirecting it to avoid the deadly bullet.
"Wh-What the...?!"
"I told you, didn't I? You cannot defeat me," the woman's voice dripped with icy confidence, matching her dark, piercing eyes.
Amidst the confusion, something caught the paladin's attention, a glint of metal from the corner of her eye. She turned her gaze and saw a blade emerging from the back of the woman's hand.
"Huh? W-Wait, what?" Her confusion grew. How was this possible? Was the woman truly human, or something else entirely?
Before she could find an answer, reality crashed back into focus as the woman's cold words cut through the air. "Die."
The blade lunged forward, aimed directly at the paladin, but before it could strike its fatal blow, an unexpected savior appeared. It was none other than Celia, the captain of the Knight Order. With a swift motion, she intercepted the woman's blade, her own sword clashing against it.
"....You!?" gasped the paladin, her eyes widening as she recognized Celia.
"...Step back!" Celia's voice commanded authority. Both the paladin complied, cautiously retreating from the menacing woman. Celia also retreated, gripping her sword tightly. Her resolute gaze met the woman's cold eyes as she slowly readied her sword, the tension between them palpable.
"It seems this is becoming more troublesome than anticipated. I was merely ordered to dispose of those who were interfering with my creator's plans, but now I must also deal with the two of you."
The woman's voice cut through the air, sending a shiver down Celia's spine. It was cold and chilling, like an icy gust of wind sweeping across her skin. This wasn't the first time she had felt this way, no, it was the second. Her gaze shifted away from the woman and settled on Vera, who wore a fox mask. Vera met her gaze.
"It looks like our plan isn't going to go smoothly, little brother," Vera said.
"You might be right..." said Cian.
The unexpected arrival of the paladin, the captain of the Knight Order, and the enigmatic woman had shattered their carefully crafted scheme. The grand entrance that Cian had envisioned seemed like a distant dream now, slipping through their fingers. As he glanced at the timer in his hand, he realized they only had twenty seconds left. The hope of witnessing their organization's triumph had faded away, replaced by the pressing urgency to escape before the break of dawn.
Cian's mind raced, grappling with the daunting predicament before him. How could he navigate this treacherous situation? Escaping would undoubtedly require a significant amount of time, time they simply didn't have. If it were only the paladin and the knight, he and Vera might stand a chance in combat. But with the mysterious woman added to the equation, their chances dwindled drastically. Moreover, it appeared that this woman possessed equal, if not greater, strength than Vera herself. Cian felt the weight of responsibility pressing upon him. What course of action should he take?
Lost in his contemplation, Cian was abruptly pulled out of his reverie by Vera's voice. She spoke with an air of determination, offering a selfless solution to their dire circumstances.
"Little brother, I will hold them back so that all of you can escape," Vera declared, her voice filled with resolve.
Cian's brows furrowed in confusion as he struggled to process her words. "What do you mean, Vera?"
Taking a deep breath, Vera braced herself and continued, "If we linger here any longer, your plan will be in vain. We risk exposure to a degree far beyond what we intended. In order to salvage our objectives, you should escape and leave me behind. I will buy you all the time you need."
She tightened her grip on her sword, readying herself for a fight.
"Are you saying... you want me to abandon you?"
Vera's voice remained resolute. "That's exactly what I'm saying, little brother."
Cadeaux
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Power Stone 
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